[Yeah, he has no idea why Elysium's lips curl like that. In Thorns' mind, his roommate is Plotting his downfall, and so he takes decisive action to grab that pillow from him — yoink! — and whomp him one last time as he sits up.]
There. Are you warmed up now?
[Thorns, you have no IDEA the power you have over this poor bird.]
[He has no idea and it's a crime, truly. Like if Thorns knew anything, he could have Elysium on his knees with a single word. He has this man WHIPPED and he doesn't even know.
Anyway, the pillow fighting has stopped, but Elysium still feels all riled. He's short of breath and his heart has yet to stop racing as he quickly shifts to sit next to him instead of over him, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed as if nothing ever happened.]
O-oh yeah! Toasty as a baby burdenbeast!
[He'll reach up to adjust his hair, trying to will his feathers to lay down but they refuse. They're all fluffed up like aaa]
That was fun, ahah...I don't think I've gotten to play with you like that in so long.
[Sidelong smirk... he continues to be oblivious. Sorry Elysium, you're gonna have to say something eventually... and/or continue the next five years like this I guess, like y'all already did the first five what's five more?]
We didn't get to when you were aboard the ship. There wasn't time, between me repairing the compass and all the Inquisition attacks.
[Pulling stray feathers out of Elysium's hair... twirling them between his fingers. These are clearly fowlbeast feathers, they're too short and fluffy to be anything else. And yes, he does note that Elysium himself is puffed out, but he thinks it's cause of their stupid game and not anything else.]
[Of course it was. Well, neither of them know that things here often get worse than being aboard an old Iberian ship in the middle of nowhere, but... you know, they can live in some amount of peace for now. It's fine! They're fine.
Thorns is undoing half the buttons on his shirt now. Getting read to lie down and rest for a while... his ass didn't sleep for multiple days, time is weird here and the fatigue will eventually hit him like a truck.
He's lying down on the bed now with a brief sigh. Ough, real mattress...]
Elysium is trying to be normal. He is trying so hard, man, but Thorns is making it SO HARD MAN-
He pats his hands idly on the sides of the mattress as Thorns flops over, before he'll just...flop down onto the bed beside him, folding his hands across his chest to try to keep temptation at bay.
(It's not working)]
Mmhm. If you want. I mean, it might be pretty cold, but...I think you can tolerate that better than I can.
[...Elysium scooches a little closer, his head "accidentally" touching Thorns' arm.]
[Accidentally, yes. Of course. As if you haven't been the big spoon for ????years, sir.]
Normally. The cold is abnormally strong here. [But you know what's super fucking cold, the goddamn ocean when you fall into it because your ass was going to check on something on the hull and fell in. Like. Why, why would you do that.] Aegir are more adaptable, so I'll be fine.
[Unlike Elysium, who will probably sleep under 16 blankets with his jacket on.]
Tomorrow, we'll need to procure proper clothing, and we can keep investigating from there.
[Elysium rolls over a tiny bit, looking up at Thorns with his big eyes. Ah, he really is so pretty...so handsome. Especially with the way the slight bit of light comes in through the window, even with how cloudy and overcast it is with all the snow...]
I don't mind that. I've missed you...so it's nice to just spend time with you.
[He's toying a little with the loose edge of Thorns' shirt as he admits this, his thin fingers rubbing over one of his shirt buttons. Like this is not something a straight person does to their "friend".]
I haven't slept in... [........] Some days, I think, [scrunches his nose up,] and as much as I'd like to continue investigating, I think the fatigue will kill me before the cold does.
[And yet he still feels so fucking wired... which means he definitely chugged one of his little potions he keeps on his belt earlier. Why would you do this.]
Not that I'm ready to fall asleep yet. [Go to bed.] Surely you're just as exhausted? Weren't you out all day?
[He is Watching Elysium play with his shirt, by the way. Curious. Why is he doing that.]
[Well Elysium, you'd better undo some buttons if you want it all the way open. Good lord man.
Thorns has his arms crossed up behind his head, so that's helping pull it up a bit. He doesn't realise he's like, voguing on the bed or whatever. This is normally how he slept in the hammocks aboard the ship, so he's grown used to it now.]
Pretty much.
[The cooing is nice. His head turns, tilts, and he regards Elysium with a definitely-clueless golden stare.]
I'm sure you have some sort of gossip to share from the landship like always.
[Well I mean...if Thorns shows no sighs of discomfort, or trying to stop him...?
He will. It's a little hesitant at first, from idle button-toying to actually reaching both hands over to pull one of the buttons open. Then another...]
Haha, sorry. Just figure you might be more comfortable without this tight thing squeezing you...
[Squeezing...ur titties...]
But I guess I wouldn't say there's a whole lot by way of gossip to talk about. The Doctor is the same as they always are...being wonderful and amazing at their job and everything. I actually went to one of my scheduled physicals with Warfarin last week, are you proud of me? She said my health was "acceptable".
[It's actually a fairly loose fit when untucked, but sure, whatever. Completely nonplussed over here, he will continue lying down with his shirt open. Like.
At some point you'd think he'd realise, but no. Nope, brain off. Obliviousness on. There's no fucking way. The only time he seems to be Aware of things is when it relates to the terms of a bet. If Elysium had made some stupid bet like "I bet I'll ask to marry you first" Thorns WOULD HAVE made this a contest.
["It's not that tight," what? Sorry he can't hear you he's unbuttoning, unbuttoning...slowly, still a bit hesitantly, but Thorns? Is not stopping him, soooooooooo...
His eyes glance up at Thorns, as if to make sure he isn't glaring at him or something and just being polite and not saying anything, before he goes back at it and finishes unbuttoning the buttons. It is unbuttoned, he is free, his chest is out. He is...going to be EVEN COLDER there's no logic behind Elysium doing this at all beyond wanting to see his chest and not thinking about the consequences.
H. Hh. At least he closed the door when they came in.]
I am. Don't worry.
[He doesn't really like to think about it. Or talk about it. Thorns probably knows this quite well, how he plays off his infection and just acts like it's not real, even though everyone with eyeballs knows he's hella eaten up with Oripathy. Like, if you can see it crystalized on your body, you're not doing well.
But that doesn't mean he isn't letting himself be treated for it. He has things to do. He can't be leaving yet.
Anyway. His hand, fingers curled into his palm, hovers awkwardly for a moment before he carefully lowers it and lets it rest on Thorns' chest. Then...he lays his head on his shoulder, literally laying against him like a lover would. Like CHRIST Elysium.]
As far as non-platonic cuddling goes, he's fine with this. Rhodes Island has dormitories, they have bunk beds, and after about a week together sleeping in their own bed, these two assholes were bunking on the bottom bunk together. It was after a particularly rough mission, injuries made it difficult to climb up that ladder, but after that it stuck. ...and got worse. And now they're just like this.
So yeah, Elysium lays on him, and Thorns thinks nothing of it, because of course he doesn't think anything of it. This is an Unusually Cuddly Liberi, as far as Thorns is concerned.
Still, he strays a hand to Elysium's hip, where his coat and shirt cover the worst of his Oripathy.]
There's a clinic here. You'll have to see if they have the proper medication. I haven't seen the Doctor, Warfarin, Kal'tsit... the usual lot.
[Thing is...Elysium isn't super confident they do. Why would they? This isn't Terra, it's not Rhodes...and he's fortunate that he's working somewhere that has proper treatment for him. Most people don't have that...and now, Elysium may not have it either.
Thorns puts a hand along his hip, and Elysium's feathers rise up reflexively even more. They're practically trembling at attention now as his fingers very lightly press against that toned chest of his as he stares across it at the far wall, thinking to himself what are you doing while at the same time berating himself for not doing what he wishes he could. Thorns could disappear again for another six months, and then where would he be? Lonely...sad, without him.
His expression tenses as he curls up closer, feeling warm and save in the curve of Thorns' side.]
Haha...yeah. I'm not too worried about that right now. I don't think they're here, but...it's not like they could do much anyway.
[Not without their equipment, the proper medication...sighs.
Elysium doesn't want to think about nerve-wracking stuff like Oripathy, though. He is vibrating internally, his eyes slowly shifting up to look at Thorns through his bangs. His fingers slowly trace their way up his chest a little, up towards his collar...he finds that longer section of his hair once he reaches up far enough, playing with it a bit with his fingertips.]
[Ooh. That... that tickles a bit, the way fingers ghost over his skin. And he's starting to feel the least bit cold, too. Maybe trying to be casual so he could lay down comfortably was a bad idea.
He'll totally blame the brief shiver on that. Nothing else happening here. Good lord you two have tension enough to cut it into bricks and build a house with it.]
It's been lonely without your yapping. [Negative rizz over here.] ...you kept the mood up even while we were under attack, and I couldn't have found the willpower to repair the Compass without you.
[Okay, maybe a little more rizz now.]
I understand why you had to go back to Rhodes Island, but it's been strange sleeping alone.
[Thorns doesn’t even realize how gorgeous he is, does he? He’s an Adonis of a person and he just doesn’t know. Elysium thinks these things as he toys with his hair now, which is very likely his vain attempt to keep his hands from wandering too far elsewhere.
And yet…
Thorns may have negative rizz at the best of times, but he sure knows how to make Elysium feel like a lovesick puppy in over his head, despite the fact they’re cuddling like lovers right now. The Liberi exhales on another breathless laugh.]
I know you’re…not supposed to be here. I’m not, either. But…
[He exhales a breath, which might sound like a laugh if Elysium is listening closely enough. Given their position, he probably is. It'll tickle his wrist, the one that's by his face.
They're, uh... close enough to where anyone who saw this, and thank god they won't, would think they're interrupting the romance arc of the century here. Or something more salacious. ...probably something more salacious.]
Do you even need to ask? If you sailed out to sea to rejoin the crew, I don't think I'd let you go back to Rhodes.
[Thorns so casually admitting that he wouldn’t have let him go back if he chased him out to see makes Elysium INSANE. Even Thorns should notice the way his eyes widen and that soft little chirp he makes in surprise, like !?!?!
Marry him. Literally marry him right now you won’t.
His fingers curl, and his hand moves now from Thorns’ hair…to rest against his cheek. He’s not really thinking now, more acting on impulse than anything as his fingers trace the line of his jaw.]
Yeah…?
[Elysium is laying on him like he’s in a classical painting, guiding Thorns’ head down towards him. Salacious doesn’t even begin to describe it, and even with this angle they’re plenty close enough that he barely has to move at all to feel the light warmth of the Aegir’s breath against his skin.
And…suddenly he’s forgotten the cold.
He catches Thorns by the chin, tugging him lightly forward as if to whisper a secret in his ear. Except, his lips do not go to his ear. Oh no.
His lips meet Thorns’, the fingers holding his chin ever so subtly trembling. His heart feels like it’s going to explode, and a soft cooing is trying to erupt from his chest but he won’t let it.
...but to say he was expecting this would be a wild fucking lie. He's not, at all, expecting to be kissed so suddenly. There's a moment, two, three, where he sort of just blinks off into the space behind Elysium's head like he's not quite sure if this is real or not. Maybe his brain made it up. Maybe he really did die that one time he fell off the ship, and this is some kind of hyperspecific (very cold) heaven.
...
Heaven, huh.
Why is the Liberi subtly shaking like that, he wonders? Because it's cold? Nervous? But this feels like the most natural followup to years of doing whatever the hell they've been doing for the last few years, so...?
His eyes close, and the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand brush back through Elysium's hair.
[Elysium has snapped, he's lost his mind, he's hauled off and kissed the most important person in his life and now he's ruined everything aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA-
Elysium very nearly pulls away as the anxiety tries to win, but...it's Thorns returning the kiss that immediately fixes him. Well, no, he's not being fixed, if anything he's becoming even more abnormal because of this, but the fears have lessened. His shoulders relax, and his hand moves from Thorns' chin to the side of his face, just in time for Thorns to cradle the back of his head.
That causes the Liberi to gasp against his lips and open his eyes, looking back at him with his pupils fucking dilated. He's pulled away just a fraction, just a little...but then it's immediately right back into kissing.
More. More kissing, less tentative now as he leans fully into Thorns' space, halfway sprawled across his chest now as they lock lips.]
[Don't you pull away wtf— oh, good, nevermind he's gone back to it. Thorns was honestly about to flip this man over and keep going now that the ice has been broken. Like, no, he wasn't going to make the first move (too oblivious, too good with what was currently happening, wanting but not actually going for it due to some strange mental block) but he will make the first flip.
...
Actually yeah he's going to flip them. Sorry not sorry, he's sitting square on Elysium now and leaning down to give him what Thorns thinks is a real kiss, because everything's a contest with these two. Except this fucking idiot has never kissed in his life, so it's... it's sloppy.
[Oh, as if Elysium was going to stop. This is all he's wanted for years. Now that he has it, he's not sure he could stop even if he wanted to, but...
He doesn't have to think long about that, because Thorns suddenly takes that decision to stop or go from him.
When Thorns flips their positions, Elysium squeaks in the most undignified way he possibly could have, and whatever rizz he had going completely evaporates along with any reservations he'd previously had. His shoulders his the mattress, and when Thorns sits on top of him, he exhales a quick-]
Oh, God-
[That's just. Desperate, debauched like he's a parched man being given water for the first time, before Thorns ducks his head down to give him a "real" kiss that is too much teeth and too wet.
...okay they need to work on this. But this is fine. He's not mad about it, he's just scrunching up his nose a little as he reaches up to throw his arms around Thorns' neck so he can try to wrangle him into a better position.]
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There. Are you warmed up now?
[Thorns, you have no IDEA the power you have over this poor bird.]
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Anyway, the pillow fighting has stopped, but Elysium still feels all riled. He's short of breath and his heart has yet to stop racing as he quickly shifts to sit next to him instead of over him, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed as if nothing ever happened.]
O-oh yeah! Toasty as a baby burdenbeast!
[He'll reach up to adjust his hair, trying to will his feathers to lay down but they refuse. They're all fluffed up like aaa]
That was fun, ahah...I don't think I've gotten to play with you like that in so long.
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We didn't get to when you were aboard the ship. There wasn't time, between me repairing the compass and all the Inquisition attacks.
[Pulling stray feathers out of Elysium's hair... twirling them between his fingers. These are clearly fowlbeast feathers, they're too short and fluffy to be anything else. And yes, he does note that Elysium himself is puffed out, but he thinks it's cause of their stupid game and not anything else.]
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[Elysium laughs faintly as Thorns pulls feathers from his hair, lifting a hand to tuck a lock of those long red bangs behind his ear.]
...it was nice. Don't you think so?
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[Of course it was. Well, neither of them know that things here often get worse than being aboard an old Iberian ship in the middle of nowhere, but... you know, they can live in some amount of peace for now. It's fine! They're fine.
Thorns is undoing half the buttons on his shirt now. Getting read to lie down and rest for a while... his ass didn't sleep for multiple days, time is weird here and the fatigue will eventually hit him like a truck.
He's lying down on the bed now with a brief sigh. Ough, real mattress...]
So. I get the window spot?
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[Shirt unbuttoning? Shirt?? ?????
Elysium is trying to be normal. He is trying so hard, man, but Thorns is making it SO HARD MAN-
He pats his hands idly on the sides of the mattress as Thorns flops over, before he'll just...flop down onto the bed beside him, folding his hands across his chest to try to keep temptation at bay.
(It's not working)]
Mmhm. If you want. I mean, it might be pretty cold, but...I think you can tolerate that better than I can.
[...Elysium scooches a little closer, his head "accidentally" touching Thorns' arm.]
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Normally. The cold is abnormally strong here. [But you know what's super fucking cold, the goddamn ocean when you fall into it because your ass was going to check on something on the hull and fell in. Like. Why, why would you do that.] Aegir are more adaptable, so I'll be fine.
[Unlike Elysium, who will probably sleep under 16 blankets with his jacket on.]
Tomorrow, we'll need to procure proper clothing, and we can keep investigating from there.
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[Elysium rolls over a tiny bit, looking up at Thorns with his big eyes. Ah, he really is so pretty...so handsome. Especially with the way the slight bit of light comes in through the window, even with how cloudy and overcast it is with all the snow...]
I don't mind that. I've missed you...so it's nice to just spend time with you.
[He's toying a little with the loose edge of Thorns' shirt as he admits this, his thin fingers rubbing over one of his shirt buttons. Like this is not something a straight person does to their "friend".]
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[And yet he still feels so fucking wired... which means he definitely chugged one of his little potions he keeps on his belt earlier. Why would you do this.]
Not that I'm ready to fall asleep yet. [Go to bed.] Surely you're just as exhausted? Weren't you out all day?
[He is Watching Elysium play with his shirt, by the way. Curious. Why is he doing that.]
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I was, but...then I found you. And it was like all my exhaustion went away.
[You're gay? You're gay.
Elysium sighs, huffing on a soft coo under his breath. Coo coo. He is content, but also a little nervous feeling, for obvious reasons.]
So you want to, ah...just stay here with me? Talking about nothing into our pillows like teenagers, heh...
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Thorns has his arms crossed up behind his head, so that's helping pull it up a bit. He doesn't realise he's like, voguing on the bed or whatever. This is normally how he slept in the hammocks aboard the ship, so he's grown used to it now.]
Pretty much.
[The cooing is nice. His head turns, tilts, and he regards Elysium with a definitely-clueless golden stare.]
I'm sure you have some sort of gossip to share from the landship like always.
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He will. It's a little hesitant at first, from idle button-toying to actually reaching both hands over to pull one of the buttons open. Then another...]
Haha, sorry. Just figure you might be more comfortable without this tight thing squeezing you...
[Squeezing...ur titties...]
But I guess I wouldn't say there's a whole lot by way of gossip to talk about. The Doctor is the same as they always are...being wonderful and amazing at their job and everything. I actually went to one of my scheduled physicals with Warfarin last week, are you proud of me? She said my health was "acceptable".
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It's not that tight.
[It's actually a fairly loose fit when untucked, but sure, whatever. Completely nonplussed over here, he will continue lying down with his shirt open. Like.
At some point you'd think he'd realise, but no. Nope, brain off. Obliviousness on. There's no fucking way. The only time he seems to be Aware of things is when it relates to the terms of a bet. If Elysium had made some stupid bet like "I bet I'll ask to marry you first" Thorns WOULD HAVE made this a contest.
Alas.
He snorts.]
"Acceptable", huh? Are you taking your meds?
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His eyes glance up at Thorns, as if to make sure he isn't glaring at him or something and just being polite and not saying anything, before he goes back at it and finishes unbuttoning the buttons. It is unbuttoned, he is free, his chest is out. He is...going to be EVEN COLDER there's no logic behind Elysium doing this at all beyond wanting to see his chest and not thinking about the consequences.
H. Hh. At least he closed the door when they came in.]
I am. Don't worry.
[He doesn't really like to think about it. Or talk about it. Thorns probably knows this quite well, how he plays off his infection and just acts like it's not real, even though everyone with eyeballs knows he's hella eaten up with Oripathy. Like, if you can see it crystalized on your body, you're not doing well.
But that doesn't mean he isn't letting himself be treated for it. He has things to do. He can't be leaving yet.
Anyway. His hand, fingers curled into his palm, hovers awkwardly for a moment before he carefully lowers it and lets it rest on Thorns' chest. Then...he lays his head on his shoulder, literally laying against him like a lover would. Like CHRIST Elysium.]
It's not so bad when it's routine.
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As far as non-platonic cuddling goes, he's fine with this. Rhodes Island has dormitories, they have bunk beds, and after about a week together sleeping in their own bed, these two assholes were bunking on the bottom bunk together. It was after a particularly rough mission, injuries made it difficult to climb up that ladder, but after that it stuck. ...and got worse. And now they're just like this.
So yeah, Elysium lays on him, and Thorns thinks nothing of it, because of course he doesn't think anything of it. This is an Unusually Cuddly Liberi, as far as Thorns is concerned.
Still, he strays a hand to Elysium's hip, where his coat and shirt cover the worst of his Oripathy.]
There's a clinic here. You'll have to see if they have the proper medication. I haven't seen the Doctor, Warfarin, Kal'tsit... the usual lot.
[No Jordi :( ]
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Thorns puts a hand along his hip, and Elysium's feathers rise up reflexively even more. They're practically trembling at attention now as his fingers very lightly press against that toned chest of his as he stares across it at the far wall, thinking to himself what are you doing while at the same time berating himself for not doing what he wishes he could. Thorns could disappear again for another six months, and then where would he be? Lonely...sad, without him.
His expression tenses as he curls up closer, feeling warm and save in the curve of Thorns' side.]
Haha...yeah. I'm not too worried about that right now. I don't think they're here, but...it's not like they could do much anyway.
[Not without their equipment, the proper medication...sighs.
Elysium doesn't want to think about nerve-wracking stuff like Oripathy, though. He is vibrating internally, his eyes slowly shifting up to look at Thorns through his bangs. His fingers slowly trace their way up his chest a little, up towards his collar...he finds that longer section of his hair once he reaches up far enough, playing with it a bit with his fingertips.]
I really missed you.
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He'll totally blame the brief shiver on that. Nothing else happening here. Good lord you two have tension enough to cut it into bricks and build a house with it.]
It's been lonely without your yapping. [Negative rizz over here.] ...you kept the mood up even while we were under attack, and I couldn't have found the willpower to repair the Compass without you.
[Okay, maybe a little more rizz now.]
I understand why you had to go back to Rhodes Island, but it's been strange sleeping alone.
[Thorns. Thorns do you hear yourself.]
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And yet…
Thorns may have negative rizz at the best of times, but he sure knows how to make Elysium feel like a lovesick puppy in over his head, despite the fact they’re cuddling like lovers right now. The Liberi exhales on another breathless laugh.]
I know you’re…not supposed to be here. I’m not, either. But…
[…]
Are you still happy being here, with me?
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What a weird question.
[He exhales a breath, which might sound like a laugh if Elysium is listening closely enough. Given their position, he probably is. It'll tickle his wrist, the one that's by his face.
They're, uh... close enough to where anyone who saw this, and thank god they won't, would think they're interrupting the romance arc of the century here. Or something more salacious. ...probably something more salacious.]
Do you even need to ask? If you sailed out to sea to rejoin the crew, I don't think I'd let you go back to Rhodes.
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Marry him. Literally marry him right now you won’t.
His fingers curl, and his hand moves now from Thorns’ hair…to rest against his cheek. He’s not really thinking now, more acting on impulse than anything as his fingers trace the line of his jaw.]
Yeah…?
[Elysium is laying on him like he’s in a classical painting, guiding Thorns’ head down towards him. Salacious doesn’t even begin to describe it, and even with this angle they’re plenty close enough that he barely has to move at all to feel the light warmth of the Aegir’s breath against his skin.
And…suddenly he’s forgotten the cold.
He catches Thorns by the chin, tugging him lightly forward as if to whisper a secret in his ear. Except, his lips do not go to his ear. Oh no.
His lips meet Thorns’, the fingers holding his chin ever so subtly trembling. His heart feels like it’s going to explode, and a soft cooing is trying to erupt from his chest but he won’t let it.
Mostly.]
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...but to say he was expecting this would be a wild fucking lie. He's not, at all, expecting to be kissed so suddenly. There's a moment, two, three, where he sort of just blinks off into the space behind Elysium's head like he's not quite sure if this is real or not. Maybe his brain made it up. Maybe he really did die that one time he fell off the ship, and this is some kind of hyperspecific (very cold) heaven.
...
Heaven, huh.
Why is the Liberi subtly shaking like that, he wonders? Because it's cold? Nervous? But this feels like the most natural followup to years of doing whatever the hell they've been doing for the last few years, so...?
His eyes close, and the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand brush back through Elysium's hair.
Yeah. This is good.]
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Elysium very nearly pulls away as the anxiety tries to win, but...it's Thorns returning the kiss that immediately fixes him. Well, no, he's not being fixed, if anything he's becoming even more abnormal because of this, but the fears have lessened. His shoulders relax, and his hand moves from Thorns' chin to the side of his face, just in time for Thorns to cradle the back of his head.
That causes the Liberi to gasp against his lips and open his eyes, looking back at him with his pupils fucking dilated. He's pulled away just a fraction, just a little...but then it's immediately right back into kissing.
More. More kissing, less tentative now as he leans fully into Thorns' space, halfway sprawled across his chest now as they lock lips.]
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...
Actually yeah he's going to flip them. Sorry not sorry, he's sitting square on Elysium now and leaning down to give him what Thorns thinks is a real kiss, because everything's a contest with these two. Except this fucking idiot has never kissed in his life, so it's... it's sloppy.
It's real sloppy. Sorry.]
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He doesn't have to think long about that, because Thorns suddenly takes that decision to stop or go from him.
When Thorns flips their positions, Elysium squeaks in the most undignified way he possibly could have, and whatever rizz he had going completely evaporates along with any reservations he'd previously had. His shoulders his the mattress, and when Thorns sits on top of him, he exhales a quick-]
Oh, God-
[That's just. Desperate, debauched like he's a parched man being given water for the first time, before Thorns ducks his head down to give him a "real" kiss that is too much teeth and too wet.
...okay they need to work on this. But this is fine. He's not mad about it, he's just scrunching up his nose a little as he reaches up to throw his arms around Thorns' neck so he can try to wrangle him into a better position.]
Mm-! Mmh-
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Anyway, he thinks he's suffocating the Liberi, so he'll sit back and stare down at him, wiping off the excess saliva on the back of his hand.]
How long have you been thinking about that?
[Bro, how did you Not Realise Sooner—]
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